It is the year 278ASF, near three centuries since Sunfall. The
Kanodites, in their enthralling splendour are gone. Torn apart by the machinations of the gods and the vulture kings that now rule over their fractured empire. Pretenders lay claim to an untouchable heritage, a spectre that still haunts the ruins of buildings that will never be recreated.
Far from the Pax Kanodari, war and destruction have become near unending. The borders of the rump states are constantly changing. Mighty fleets of bronze tipped triremes glide across the oceans and lakes of the known world and vast armies, bedecked in silk, silver and gold, give battle in the name of a ruler that they will never meet. Flanked by chariots, cavalry and war elephants the victorious leave behind plenty of carcasses for the ever circling birds of prey.
To inhabit the world of Sunfall is to live in a shadow of an empire. It is to live in a world abandoned by the gods, who saw fit to condemn it to darkness. It is to live in a world where the great and good are laid low by rot and misfortune and the malicious are given crowns and wealth. It is a world where revenge has become profitable and gratitude has become expensive.